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finally after what feels like hours, the bell rings and class is dismissed. you cheer internally as you swiftly turn to him, “let’s sneak out!” you whisper-yell as students start filtering out of the classroom.

mike looks at you with confusion, “why would we do that?” he asks, organizing his books in the order he brought them in. you look at him with disbelief, “the question should why not? c’mon, now!”

you look at him with your sweet pout and your best doll face that you know gets him to do whatever you want. “this is exploitation.” mike says as he stands up, shaking his head.

“no, it’s not; you’re in love and can’t possibly say no to your amazing girlfriend, can you now?” you ask him with confidence and his cheeks heat up at the word love and girlfriend.

you’re not wrong, and that’s what makes mike blush like a tomato, is he that obvious? yes, he absolutely is.

you giggle as you walk out with your books to the lockers, not looking back as you know who’s about to run to you. “y/n! wait up!” knew it. you smile as you reach your locker.

to your luck, his locker is beside yours. “are you sure about this?” he asks nervously, arranging his books in the locker. you close your locker, “it’s fun to be troublesome sometimes, einstein.”

“i’m not einstein!” he exclaims and you nod, giving him whatever floats your boat look, “whatever. now, follow me as i guide you to bunking.”

after traversing as discreetly as you could through the basketball court, given how mike kept asking questions every two seconds, even as you told him to be quiet; then just barely jumping over the wall that made the premises of the school in time to not be seen by the principal, who rounds the campus at the start of fourth period like clockwork.

mike is literally, not literally but still, buzzing from anxiousness but also at the thrill of doing something he’s heard so many teenagers do. “let’s sit somewhere.”

you two go to a nearby park that is pretty empty, with only a few pedestrians littered around minding their own business. your hand stays in his as your fingers are intertwined.

mike’s cheeks tingle with warmth as his tummy does a sumorsault, your hand is warm and comforting, he loves the feeling of holding your hand.

you finally reach your favourite bench, the one that gets shade from the tree it sits under and the one that is almost hidden, as it is surrounded by trees on all sides.

he looks around, amused that a quiet place like this exists in the always bustling hawkins. it’s like an oasis in a desert, he remarks internally. and it’s hard to find, too. you could lots of things like— shut up, mike! he scolds himself at the thoughts that ran in his head.

you sit down along with him, “what do you think?” you ask, making vague hand gestures to add to the mystical atmosphere. “this place looks like it’s been cherry-picked from a fairytale.”

you hum approvingly, “it does! so, are you my prince, or not?” you tease him, because seeing him flustered is best sight ever, in your humble opinion.

mike flushes, ears pink, “i’m not brave nor do I have any qualities like that of a prince.” you squeeze his hand that’s still in yours, “yes, you’re a prince. you’re my prince,”

the my does things to his tummy that he can’t place a finger to. “and my prince is a shy, sweet nerd, for your kind information.” you continue and you two burst out laughing after, the kind of softness laced in your blended giggles that only teenage love has.

he nods, “noted, princess.” you smile softly at the addressed nickname, assuming that the feeling you feel is the butterflies that flutter in your tummy that every romance novel talks about.

you lean in without thinking twice, softly pressing your lips on his and he melts. your eyes flutter shut and the smile that is present on both your faces can be felt by the other.

the kiss feels like a dream, your lips are soft against his and mike can’t get enough of it. when you pull away, heart reluctant but body in need of oxygen, he has stars in his eyes.

“bunking is a lot of fun.” he says and you laugh, head dropping on his shoulder. “told you.” you murmur against his neck. he gasps faintly at the feeling of your breath ghosting the skin.

“we should do it more often.” he says and you look up at him, smug smile on your face, “you want to because it’s fun or because you want to kiss me again?” you ask, eyes shining under the sunlight that seeps in and shadows of the leaves are casted on your skin.

mike wants this moment to never end, and with a tone that can be described as truly lovesick due to a lack of a better word, he says— “option c, please. because i love both, but your kisses and you a bit more.”

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you presumed that either he was the most oblivious man in the whole world or he was a critical overthinker who overthought your way-too-obvious signals too much and gaslight himself into believing you didn’t like him.

he’s the first option you realise when he stills and then laughs a very faux laugh in an very mid attempt to play it off when you asked you look very kissable, has anyone told you that?

how much more obvious can you get than that?

and that’s not even the worst part. it’s clear as day he’s into you, like very clear. crystal clear. so clear that the entire gang teases him all the time for it, mainly seonghyeon because being this down bad but shy is outright diabolical, in his words.

and he finds it funny that juhoon likes you. he thought maybe seonghyeon wouldn’t be fond of the fact that he has a thing or a hundred for you, but the reality is seonghyeon doesn’t care, not a bit.

seonghyeon is #1 jjuy/n supporter, because you two dating means he can tease the both of you and ruin your dates. what more can one expect from a handsome menace like him?

today, 12th february, 2026. you’re determined to bag your baby, juhoon. it’s the perfect day, right before valentines day! and primarily as you’re simply tired of not having him as your boyfriend.

you bribe your brother to invite his friends over. you’re determined to make your lost money worth it. seonghyeon had already planned to invite them today, but why would he ever say no to free cash?

your ears perk up as the doorbell rings and loud chatter interrupts the otherwise calmness that enveloped your home. oh, yeah, you also bribed your brother to make juhoon come upstairs to get the controllers which are in his room.

his room is beside yours.

you open your door slightly, keeping it ajar to smooth eavesdrop on the conversations occurring in the living room. you cheer internally when you hear seonghyeon say, “yo, juju can you get the controllers? they’re in my room.”

a loud jackpot! sound beams in your mind as you hear your cute soon-to-be boyfriend, hopefully, agree and start climbing the steps of the staircase.

it’s showtime.

you open the door, walking out and mocking surprise when you almost bump into juhoon conveniently, “hi, juhoon! where are you going?” you ask, trying to sound normal but you can feel the way your voice is sweeter naturally when it comes to him.

his eyes are wide in shock and his lips are parted, “oh, me?,” he points at himself, as if he’s literally not the only juhoon you know and that is present right now.

you fight all your inner demons to constrict the smile that is threatening to present itself on your face, “are you not juhoon?” you ask, a teasing tone laced with your words that make his heat up in embarrassment.

why did i say that? juhoon curses internally.

he lets out an awkward laugh trying to do damage control— unaware of how you’re just barely resisting the urge to cuddle him until he forgets why he came here, “i’m here to get the controllers, we’re playing a game.”

“i’d assume you would play a game, as what other uses are there for a controller?” you tease further, having too much fun seeing him all red and cute.

holy hell, he’s so adorable. you think to yourself.

he scratches the back of head, desperately trying to siphon the chill guy in him that he parades around in with everyone else, and he knows he’s failing, “right!”

you giggle, running a hand through your hair as your hair falls back, perfectly framing your face and you can visibly see the change in him, his blinks slow down as if he can’t process the sight infrong of him.

“can you come with me, just for a minute?” you ask politely, tilting your head with a smile. he gulps, looking around as he’s damn sure that if he looks into your eyes again, he will crash out and confess his undying love to you.

“uh, sure, yeah... why not?” he stutters, heart racing as you open the door to your wider, inviting him in. your room is as tidy as it always is, and the smell of the floral candles that you have lit up overload his senses in the best way.

you close the door behind you. the click of the door shutting makes him blush, what are you planning? he ponders as he turns to see you. he looks at you, waiting for you to speak.

“alright, i’ve given numerous signals that i know you didn’t catch, and i can’t handle it anymore,” you softly roll your eyes and pout. his yes instantly flick to your lips and up, confusion written on his pretty features, what signals?

“i, y/n, like you: juhoon, very much.” you conclude, expecting the worst, even though you know he feels the same. his reaction is slow, like he has two brain cells that are working overtime to comprehend what you confessed.

oh my god. he thinks. when your words sink in, fireworks erupt in his mind, eyes wide as saucers, mouth agape in shock like he can’t possibly believe what you’re saying.

you giggle at his expression, waving a hand infront of his face, “well?” you ask. he stutters, sounds and words stuck in his throat as if his vocal chords were tied up.

what do you mean you like him? how? what do you mean your beautiful, confident, sweet self who has men ready to date you like him ? juhoon is over the moon.

“oh! wow... i mean, yes! i love you to— wait, sorry; i’m so sorry! i meant i, like, you know, uh, like you too! deeply, passionately!” he wants to jump off a cliff.

you smile at him, “i know. so, will you take me out on a date?” you ask him, stars shining in your eyes. he nods embarrassingly fast, aware that his words will only betray him.

also, wait— what do you mean you know? what i that obvio—

before he can ask himself more you kiss him and his brain short-circuits. he actually kissed you. oh my actual god. his mind has forgotten how to function as all his thoughts are overrun by you.

who knew very oblivious, shy and awkward juhoon could land a date with straight-forward, and bold you? he didn’t at all. but he’s super glad that seonghyeon sent him to grab the controllers.

which speaking of, they’re still waiting, confused while the culprit, seonghyeon is trying his best not to burst out laughing.

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he sports a pink hair tie on his wrist permanently, as if the simple tie marks him as yours; as you know, a pink hair tie stands out on a outfit that you can find on pinterest under the search ‘grunge outfit inspo’.

“oh, you want that cookie so bad.” riwoo is non-stop clicking pictures of the sight infront of him, taesan with a pink hair tie as a bracelet and a ring with a shiny pink gemstone, as though he came across dinosaurs in the open.

speaking of ring, last valentines day you got him a gorgeous silver ring with the most delicate pink gem on it, saying that as long as he wears this ring, he has a part of your bright personality and passion for pink with him.

he hasn’t took it off since.

today, you’re feeling inspired. you have taesan sitting on the edge of the bed as you straddle his hips with a soft pink hairclip in your hand. your fingers flow through his soft dark locks as you try to clip the pin in the best way you see fit.

at the same time, taesan? he’s smiling a lovesick smile, his hands stay resting on your hips as he draws shapes on the curve of your hips absent-mindedly and his eyes reflect hearts.

he lets you do whatever you want without a complaint, forget a complaint, not even a beat is wasted before he agrees to anything you want to do.

which is how he ends up with a ribbon tied loosely but tight enough not to fall on his wrist, a hello kitty hairpin is in his hair, his beloved pink-silver ring on his ring finger and a my melody keychain hanging in one of the belt loops of his jeans.

he looks like a emo boy who fell victim to a pink cyclone. he could have removed the pink coloured accessories in the car, but he doesn’t want to undo the work you did on him with his favourite smile in the whole world.

so, he shows up to the chill hangout hosted at jaehyun’s appartment and the second he walks in chaos erupts, “our resident emo lover boy finally showed up!” sungho yells, uncaring of the poor neighbour’s of myung.

woonhak gives a eyeroll that says i knew this would happen, yet i’m still amused this is reality, “you look like a unicorn threw up on you.”

“it’s a couple of accessories,” taesan retorts with a scoff. “and what’s wrong if i look like it? unicorns aren’t exactly ugly.” he expects chuckles but the chaos explodes ten fold.

everyone bursts out laughing as if they heard the funniest sentence in the whole universe. the other five’s voices overlap over one another, and the teasing starts.

“you’re not the taesan that’s my homeboy! get out!”

“love hit him like a meteor.”

“who knew the girlfriend effect could be this effective and insane?”

“look at our resident romeo!”

taesan rolls his eyes, even though his ears are slightly pink, “alright, pack it up—” he starts but they don’t stop. they only tease more and more. sungho ruffles his hair with a shit-eating grin, leehan is pointing and laughing as if there’s no tomorrow, all while the non-stop chatter of the other three is loud enough for jaehyun to possibly get evicted.

well, this has happened many times. everytime he thinks about it for two seconds and immediately he follows it up with a worth it when he sees you and your shiny pink lip gloss.

a part of taesan’s routine is helping you put rollers in your hair at night so that you can achieve soft curls first thing in the morning, which means basically ensuring a good start to your day because a good hair day is a good day.

his fingers gently work their wonders on your hair. he slowly rolls your locks in the cylindrical rollers, clipping them in place. he does it with the precision of a surgeon too, as if he will get fired from an imaginary job where he’s supposed to put rollers in your hair if he doesn’t do it perfectly.

he admires his work afterwards, contently humming as you turn for him. he watches as you then do your skincare routine, tilting his head as he asks what double cleansing is. you answer his question and he nods.

after not even ten seconds, he asks another question. and then another. every single day it’s like he comes prepared with a list of questions to ask you. he just can’t help it, he wants to know everything about the things you love.

he applies your hair serum for you on hair wash days. his hands gently work the serum into your scalp, giving you a massage-slash-serum application service with the focus of a hair stylist.

taesan remembers how you said that serum is only to be applied in the scalp while conditioner is applied on the ends, not the scalp. he works methodically, massaging in sections to ensure the serum is absorbed completely.

he dries your hair for you, he’s basically your at home salon. he blow dries your hair carefully, making sure the drier doesn’t get too close. he smiles a soft grin when he sees you look in the mirror at your reflection, contended with the result.

he holds your many, many bags on your shopping trips. taesan sees you look at any clothing item for a second too long? he’s buying it for you.

he never lets you pay for all the stuff you buy, insisting that he earns to spoil you, making you blush as he winks and slides his card. spoiling you is second nature for this man.

he buys you pink roses, your favourite flower, on various occasions because ‘he felt the need to give you a rose.’ he doesn’t buy you a bouquet unless it’s a special occasion.

instead, he buys a single rose. when you open the door, he either has the stem stuck in between his teeth or he’s on his knees with the rose held out for you in a very proposal stance.

he loves being extra, but only for you to see, as— one, you love it. two, he doesn’t think anybody else deserves to experience this side of him except you.

he takes you out on lavish dinners due to the fact that you love taking lots of pictures and the over-the-top restaurants are a rather good location for photography.

and also because in his humble opinion, you deserve it and so much more.

down bad much.

taesan watches from behind you as you twirl infront of the mirror after getting ready with the most whipped grin in existence on his face with a look that screams this is the best thing life has to offer.

when you ask him how you look later, he makes silly heart poses, while complementing you ten times, maybe even fifteen. you giggle in response at his antics, and he smiles fondly as he made you smile.

this is what it’s like to be his beloved girlfriend. taesan’s love for you knows no bounds. he will handle anything just to make sure you stay happy, because a time where you aren’t smiling is his worst fear.

who knew love could chance a person so much? he certainly didn’t know that he would go from a nirvana truther to a lana del ray listener. it’s insane really, taesan says it’s due to the girlfriend effect.

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“it was exhausting, yes... but, it was amazing too, right?” he asks, tilting his head as his bangs fall over his eyes. he looks like the handsome-est cat-human situation you’ve ever seen.

“i don’t know . . . it wasn’t amazing,” you say, faking disappointment. you can see his mood falter in real time and you rush the words out of your throat, “it was very fucking incredible.”

you laugh and his heart skips a beat and his eyes light up like stars under the setting sun as if the stars in his eyes are welcoming the moon to establish its reign over the atmosphere for the next ten-ish hours.

he shakes his head, “you’re such a damn rage-baiter, it’s annoying,” he comments, making you furrow your brows. “mr. yang, are you reffering to me as annoying ?”

the way his name professionally addressed sounds on your tongue makes him stop his train of thought, however he recovers quickly. “annoyingly cute.” he elaborates and it’s suddenly your turn to attempt, ( keyword: attempt ) to play it cool and it backfires as it always does.

you’re utterly put together and extremely professional— you’re hanlim high’s president for a reason. but, your vice-president makes it hard to be as efficient as you’d like. he’s too handsome for you to care about ms. choi’s agenda for the month.

it’s even worse because he never misses a chance to hit on you. he likes you and he’s obvious about it, making it harder to resist. dating your vice-president isn’t a good impression on the council and you can’t lose focus due to love, you’re on the road for being class valedictorian.

but, as the days go by, it’s harder to pretend you don’t feel the way you do for him. especially not when he listens attentively to you and helps you execute your vision perfectly. not when he visibly lights up when you walk into the room as if his day just got ten times better. not when he buys you your exact order of coffee every morning and walks with you to your first class.

“don’t learn from jaeyun, it won’t score you any girls.” you advice teasingly, motioning to jaeyun, better known as jake who tries to flirt with another council member, yunjin who effectively rejects him.

you mouth a it’s okay, jaeyun while holding back your laugh to which he flips you off, making you burst into a fit of laughter and jungwon follows suit.

once the laughter slows down, he says, his voice low and vulnerable in a way it makes your heart do a somersault because it sounds so intimate, “well then, will it score you ?”

you look at him, really look at him and his dimples, his expressive eyes and the fear of rejection he sheaths beneath his confidence. “if you ask me right.”

jungwon’s brain short-circuits. did you just allude to him having a chance with you? are you indirectly saying you might actually like him back too? he goes quiet as the gears in his mind work slower as he’s stuck in a trance where all he can think of is the many possibilities that you opened the door to.

he thinks, and thinks, and thinks some more as if he’s actively solving a murder mystery. you raise your brow in amusement at his silence, awaiting his response as you think maybe i shouldn’t have said that . . .

you’re about to laugh it off when he speaks again, “y/n, we successfully conducted our season’s endings fair,” he says as you nod, confusion still not cleared up.

“and we did a wonderful job,” he continues and you nod again, wondering what’s being plotted by his rather strategic brain. he leans in closer, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip.

why is he unintentionally teasing me by being seductive like this? you gulp at the sight.

“so, don’t you think i deserve a reward for contributing significantly to the success?” he concludes and you hum, perplexed, “what sort of reward are you requesting, dear vice-pres.”

the certification of his role makes him chuckle as he says the next three words that makes your mind go absolutely haywire, “by a kiss.”

you can feel your cheeks tingling and you’re sure you resemble a tomato. jungwon thinks he played his cards right as he sees the tips of your ears coated red, adorable. he thinks.

you knew he was confident, but you didn’t expect him to be this straightforward. and the thing is, he didn’t either. he’s in shock that he said what he said out loud.

since when were you this up-front? he asks himself.

you put two and two together in your mind: he likes you. you like him. and you can’t care about what the council or anyone for that matter will think as you see his patient eyes that await your response. fuck this shit, he’s my man. you conclude from your intensive analysis.

“well, i would like that and furthermore, who am i to deny my vice-president?” you emphasize the my, clearly marking territory. and god, he just fell in love with you again.

possessive women are the shit. he crashes out internally at your confident tone, confident women are also the shit. he thinks.

he stands up abruptly, handing his hand out for you to take. you leisurely accept the offer, standing up and running your hand through your hair.

he leads you into the back exit of the building, where he’s sure it’ll be empty. meanwhile, the council members, who just witnessed this scene occur are in a frenzy.

“what in the k-drama?”

“fuck yeah, took them long enough.”

“oh my gosh, my parents!”

as soon as he closes the door behind you, he looks at you one last time, asking your consent without words. when you mutter a yes, he gets his signal.

his lips land on yours with the tenderness of a man who has yearned too long. his lips are soft as he presses them to yours again and again. your hands find their way to wrap around his neck, fingers curling in his raven locks.

jungwon’s addicted. the taste of your lip gloss is driving him crazy and he can’t get enough of you. you pat his chest gently when your need for oxygen becomes apparent.

he pulls away, lips centimeters from yours, his eyes have hearts and he has the grin of a lovesick fool. “thank you so much. i love the reward, ms. president.” even his tone is laced with adoration.

you’re no different. the sweet smile on your face is enough for him to internally drop to his knees. jungwon feels blessed, thank the lord he took part in the council elections.

“you’re welcome, beloved vice-president.”

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you gulp, not knowing what to do. you barely have enough energy to walk. alas, you step into the drawing room, each step feeling heavier than the last as you make your way to your shared bedroom, hoping that she is there.

you knock on the door and your hand pushes the door open to see yizhou scrolling on her phone, face uncaring but aura screaming i am so mad right now i might kill someone.

she’s wearing a black dress that highlights her curves just right, her hair perfectly falls over her shoulders and her makeup is immaculate. she looks absolutely breathtaking.

it hurts seeing how you wasted the time and effort she spent getting ready. without looking up, she says, “look who finally remembered they have a home.”

her ice cold mocking tone makes your throat dry up. you walk forward, now infront of her, “i’m sorry.” you apologize sincerely. it seems to have set her off though, “that’s all you got? a plain i’m sorry ?”

your patience already clocked out from your soul for the day hours ago, yet you still try to make it work from home, “i was very busy, yizhou. i haven’t even eaten a single proper meal today.”

your reasoning falls on deaf ears, “so? you told me you were going to come back by six. it’s twelve right now.” she stands up, frows deeply furrowed.

normally, she is very considerate; but the fury swirling in her from having spent two hours dolling herself up for you, just for it all to go in vain is enough for her to stop considering entirely.

the thread of patience you summoned is on the verge of breaking, “can we not do this, yizhou? i’m very tired.” she scoffs, “right, you’re the victim. i’m a villain and annoying you, aren’t i?”

the sarcasm in her voice and the sharp bite in her words slice the thread of your patience, “that isn’t what i’m trying to say, and you know that.” your voice is harsher than it sounded in your mind.

“no, i infact don’t. and somethings don’t need to be said out loud to be understood.” her voice raises in amplitude too. “yizhou, i said i’m sorry, can we discuss this like adults tommorow or are you still dead-set on being childish?”

her eyes flash with hurt, however your judgement is fogged by tiredness that let it go unnoticed. “so, i’m being childish ?” your jaw is clenched so tight it hurts and your nails form cresent indents on the skin of your palm because of your balled up fists.

“you’re being immature.” the three worded statement turns yizhou’s fury into sadness. your mind that was fogged by anger clears up when you hear her response, “really, y/n?” her voice cracks in a way that it replays in your mind long after it happens.

it is then you see a glossy sheen on her eyes and realize you’ve gone too far. your anger burns out and the guilt of making her eyes tear up sets in deep into your bones.

you immediately pull her into a hug, wrapping your arms around her, grip tight as if she would dissappear if you didn’t hold her tight enough. her hand stays at her side.

her hands stay locked at her side, clenched hard as if she’s actively restraining herself from giving in and hugging you back. you pull away to cup her cheeks, making her look up at you.

your heart breaks in an uncountable amount of pieces at her glossy eyes. “i’m so sorry. i should’ve kept to my word, i shouldn’t have ghosted you, i should’ve taken you out on our fancy dinner.” the words tumble out quickly.

you take a deep breath, “but i didn’t, and i’m very apologetic for it. i promise we’ll go tomorrow, and it won’t be just a dinner, it’ll be us, for the entire day going at different places, taking pictures, laughing and having a good time.”

yizhou grumbles, “entire day? so, no work? are you sure?” your thumb comes up to wipe a tear that trailed down her cheek, “as sure as can be. gonna give my love the date she deserves.”

she looks away, humming as if she was pondering the offer, “sure.” she says, a small smile taking place on her face. your face erupts in a wide grin as relief washes over you.

you don’t waste a second, hurriedly attacking her lips with yours like you were a starved woman— which you were, you were running off of a granola bar and a dark coffee.

she reciprocates, hands curling around your neck, fingers entangling in your hair. your hands land on her hips, possessive and claiming in the way you know she loves.

when you pull back, she hits you with a soft punch, making you wince, “for wasting my night.” you still look at her like she hung the moon, “will you kiss me tomorrow for making your day amazing?”

a cheeky smile is on your face and your head’s tilted. yizhou scoffs, rolling her eyes playfully, “depends on how amazing. you’re not getting off the hook so easily, kim.”

your smile stretches even more, somehow, “well, i have a history of scoring first and winning. be prepared for a date so perfectly crafted you’ll fall in love all over again, ning.”

before she can pass another teasing retort, your tummy grumbles and yizhou sighs, “so, you really didn’t eat anything today?” you meekly nod, an embarrassed coating of blush staining your cheeks.

she shakes her head dossaprovingly, muttering something along the lines of this stupid and careless baby and she pulls you by the arm towards the kitchen.

you smile a truly giddy smile, because who doesn’t love getting scolded by their girlfriend for having a fucked up schedule while they look at them with heart eyes? most people don’t but you do, very much.

god, you’re so awfully, tragically, horrendously down bad for ning yizhou.

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your fingers instantly tighten around her wrist, steadying her, “hold onto the ledge, wonnie.” she obliges, her other hand securing itself around the ledge.

you hold your hand out for her to take, “hold my hand, i won’t let you fall.” wonhee is already regretting all her life choices that lead her up to this moment, but she trusts you more than she trusts herself, so she slowly leaves the ledge to place her hand atop yours.

you smile at the contact. slowly, you guide her on how to move and balance her body. it took a long time considering she is the clumsiest person to walk this gracious earth.

every few seconds a yelp or squeal left her mouth, and you know very well that if she was not your beloved, you would’ve crashed out. but she is your beloved, most beloved honestly, meaning she doesn’t hear any of your mocking.

eventually, she is finally at a point where she can stand and slide along the ice without falling, in theory. you release her hands, leaving her standing with no support and she is still on her two feet, surprising.

“glide on the ice like you’ve got all the time in tje world, okay?” you instruct, your voice stern in a way that makes her immediately agree to the task, but still laced with love that gives reason for butterflies to flutter around in her tummy.

nodding, she slides forward, gliding. she takes her second glide, but somehow she slips and falls forward like a damsel in distress, a squeak resonating in the secluded rink.

your eyes widen slightly as you quickly glide and immediately lean down to her level, “lovey, are you okay?” you ask, inspecting her knees that got most of the impact.

she scratches the back of head, embarassment flooding her expression, “i’m fine.” you tilt your head, “c’mon, don’t be ashamed, skating is hard and you’re doing pretty well.” you reassure her.

“you’re saying that because i’m your girlfriend.”

you flash a cheeky smile, “delulu is the solulu, is it not?” she laughs, taking your hand as you help her get back up on her feet. her legs are wobbly and her delulu is getting washed down real fast.

and ensues more ‘practice’, which has wonhee falling a few–many times considering it has barely been fifteen minutes since she left the ledge and your hands.

you’re left in genuine awe for two reasons: one, you find it hard to believe that a person can fall this many times in sixteen minutes and two, you also can’t believe that a person can look this cute while ice skating.

everytime she meets the ice— which is probably her friend by now— she takes a deep breath, each deeper and slower than the last, and stands up with determination.

before falling again after barely circling a quarter of the rink.

her unwavering determination stems from the feeling of wanting to impress you, she wants you to feel proud of her. and well, if she embarrasses herself one too many times in the process, she can play it off as it’s a part of the game.

who knew love had this effect on people?

after another half hour, you’re peacefully circling and doing basic routines on the ice to pass your time as wonhee said she is going to practice on her own accord for a bit and directly show you the progress.

and who are you to say no to her big boba eyes? absolutely no one, you’d happily hand your life in a golden, decorated, shining platter for her.

her voice rings in your ears, melodic and sweet as you divert your attention to her, “look at me!” she yells a bit too loudly as there’s only you two in the entire place. you don’t mind, you never mind if it’s her.

talk about down bad.

you hum, signalling her to continue. without a word, she pushes herself forward, slowly but steadily gliding on the frozen hunk of ice. wonhee travels the side of the entire rink, completing a complete revolution around you, who is standing in the center of the rink.

you are starstruck, she looks so proud as she travels, sloppy but she completed a round. to see the big smile on her face, eyes crinkling at the corners— because of the thing you love second most ( first is her, obviously it is ), ice skating, made your swell with pride.

you’re in a trance, irises reflecting so much love that anyone can make out big, bright hearts in them. the hearts are so big that you fail to notice that she is coming to you now and you forgot to teach her a vital thing.

how to stop.

great, just great, y/n l/n.

wonhee tries to warn you, which goes in one ear and out the ear. and the second you snapped out and saw her, it was too late. she crashed into you, making you stumble backwards.

you fell onto your back that suffered most of the impact. you groaned, a sharp pain shooting in your spine. wonhee was on top of you, her hands on your shoulders and lips barely a few centimeters apart from yours.

she whimpered hearing your groan, brows furrowed instantly as her smile turned upside down, “oh my god, i’m so sorry!” she blinks at you, ready to hear you lash out at her.

your back hurt and insults are on the top of your tongue. yet when you open your eyes and the first thing you see is her worried face, barely away from yours, the insults dissolve like salt in water.

“it’s okay, wonnie.” you say, but the unsure expression on her features doesn’t fade. “are you sure? i mean, you fell so hard and it was all because of—” she is cut off by a warm sensation as you close the minute gap that was between you two and kiss her.

you pull away, assuring her you’re okay. she seems convinced, the kiss affected her opinion, and rolls off of you. you stand up, hand rubbing your spinal cord, a massage would do wonders on you.

you help her stand up and teach her how to brake her glide, something you realize you should’ve done before, would’ve saved your back. ice is too damn hard, you’re reminded and the many times you fell during your routines plays in your mind.

for the rest of the session, things don’t change in the vibes sector. good thing, wonhee didn’t fall as much after the prior crash into you. bad thing, everything is still very chaotic and your tiredness is catching up to you.

sleep sounds wonderful, but you’re not about to leave wonhee for today, she looks too pretty.

well, today you learnt a fun fact about yourself. you can’t, for the life of you, complain about the mistakes wonhee makes; you know you would never tolerate this with anyone else and the critisizor in you is screaming to criticize, but you don’t say anything.

god, you’re so deeply in love with your clumsy girlfriend, it’s pathetic.

but you don’t care. at all.

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you are too busy in thought to notice how she looks at you. yunjin is mesmerized, for a lack of a better word. even after grueling hours of studying for your finals for weeks, you look so pretty.

your hair swooshes gently, dancing with the cool winter wind. her hand comes up and tucks an annoying strand of hair behind your ear. her fingers grazing your ear burst your train of thoughts.

you look beside to see her with a smile that was as soft as the clouds on a sunny morning. your heart skips a beat at the sight, you swear you can see hearts in her eyes.

her eyes lock with yours and time stills, as if the atoms and particles around you slowed their movement and time forgot it existed. her pinky brushes your thumb before she envelops your hand.

you cup her cheek with tenderness. yunjin’s breath hitches and she melts in your touch, cheek slightly smushing against your palm. you smile at her reaction.

the noise of the city turns into a steady static, the good kind that makes you stop thinking and relaxes your mind. the trees rustle gently as cold gushes of air swift past them.

yunjin is starstruck, the moonlight that shines on your face makes you look ethereal. the shine that is reflected by your skin gives a soft glow, resembling a halo of sorts. you look like an angel.

you lean in, the little gap between you closing as you kiss her so softly as if she was made of glass. the contact makes her eyes flutter shut, mind converting to a mush.

as you pull away, the sweetest i love you leaves your parted lips. her breath mingles with yours as she whispers back i love you too. it is dark, yet you can easily make out the blush on her cheeks with ease and you’re sure your ears resemble the shade of a ripe tomato.

you slowly move away to rest your head on her shoulder. yunjin intervenes her fingers with yours, her grip tightening as though she thought you’d slip away if her grip wasn’t tight enough.

her head rests atop yours, your hair tickling the side of her face. she doesn’t say a word, and you don’t either. it feels like the silence in the air has formed a bubble around you two, encasing you both in your own little world.

the silence is serene— it doesn’t need to be filled.

normally, even if not needed, it’s filled by yunjin’s constant chatter; her rants, gossip and complaint sessions that fill your ears and mind every single day.

you’re naturally silent, always have been. you talk when it’s an absolute need, the quiet is your routine. however, ever since yunjin came into the picture, the quiet has left you.

you grew up thinking noise was unnecessary. a statement you swore by up until she came. she, and her over exaggerated re-enactments. she, and her never-ending ranting.

and her plump lips that were so kissable. and her bright smile. and her large, doll adjacent doe eyes. and her melodious voice. and her habit of kissing the back of your hand like a prince proposing marriage.

she, huh yunjin who became your favourite constant in life, replacing the quiet you thought was meant for you. turns out she was meant for you more. way more.

right now, her chatter isn’t there. she is quiet. you notice, you always do. “oddly quiet tonight, aren’t we?” you ask, voice teetering on the edge of a whisper.

she hums the smallest sound, “don’t need to talk, our love is loud enough.” her answer makes you smile. butterflies roam somewhere in your stomach, wild and fluttering— like your heartbeat.

yunjin is very loud.

but, now on this rock like cliff, with your hand in hers and your head on her shoulder; she is quiet, in the i love you so much that all i can think of is you and because all i think of is you, i don’t want to think about anything other than us.

and you know it.

you also know that this quiet is the best quiet you’ve ever had in your life.

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her eyes flash with something in what appears to be a millisecond and a smirk reminiscent curve curls on her lips, “well, i can’t deny my y/n-ie, now can i?” a teasing edge lingers in her words that makes your cheeks tingle for an uncertain reason.

she scoots closer, her knee brushing yours. her hand rises from her side and rests on your forearm. she blanks out for a second before snapping back to reality.

you look so innocent, with your eyes wide and awaiting her next move, tongue sliding on your bottom lip, as if to moisturize it to prevent the embarrassment of having chapped lips, even though you both know you’re a lippie-holic.

“okay. relax and simply follow my rhythm, got it?” she asks sweetly, as though she thought you would start crying if she spoke to harshly. you meekly nod, heart’s acceleration slowly increasing knowing what is about to happen in the next moments.

she tsks softly, “use your words, honey, let me know what you’re feeling.” the nickname slips off like habit, which isn’t false. couple akin nicknames aren’t an abnormality in your friendship, however right now it seems different.

more intimate.

more special, like she means it in the way the name is used in a romantic relationship.

god, what are yoy thinking, y/n?

why did you call her honey like that, yuna, why?!

yuna is no different. she isn’t sure how exactly the honey ended up sounding the way it did, but she is regretting agreeing to you already and she still hasn’t even properly closed the distance between you two.

you take a deep breath in a weak attempt to calm yourself down, “okay.” she nods, remembering what she signed up for. her free hand comes up and cups your cheek.

“your hands are cold.” you comment and she lets out a small giggle, “your cheeks are hot.” she contradicts, eyes crinkling as the sides from her smile.

“all of me is hot— i’m a hot snack after all.” you compliment yourself and the both of you laugh like dumb teenagers. “alright, self-proclaimed hot snack. let’s get to learning, shall we?”

you nod, “alright.” your nervousness is now a little less than a few minutes prior. she gives you a reassuring smile, before dipping her head to be at your eye-level, noses almost bumping.

your lips are not even inches apart. she takes your hand and places it on her shoulder then leaves her hand to be on your waist. the contact of her hands on your skin make warmth bloom around it.

“are you absolutely sure?” yuna asks one last time. you ask yourself, who knew consent was this hot? “yes, yuna.” you answer, voice no louder than a whisper.

she smiles a smidgen and then it happens. it actually, in real life, happens. her lips press on yours and you feel like the world stilled in its position.

you always thought that k-dramas overdid first kiss scenes with the soft music and the sparkles and the zoom in’s but as you tilt your head and try your best to follow her lead, you feel that they don’t do enough.

her hand lays steady on your cheek, grounding you and reminding you that you are not hallucinating and making out with the air. her other hand subtly squeezes your waist, making your lips leave a breathless gasp before she attaches her lips to yours.

yuna’s lips are soft and just as plump as you’d imagined. you have imagined what many things would be like with her, for example going on picnic dates, sleeping over (romantically, you sleepover at her house most nights) and more adult things.

yuna can’t get enough. the taste of your lipbalm has her head spinning and her senses are fogging, her sole focus is on kissing you. her dream has finally come true and she can’t hold back the tiny smile that makes its way to her mouth.

after a ridiculously long makeout ‘learning’ session, in narrator’s words; yuna finally pulls away and you’re left breathless and in a desperate need to kiss her again.

your forehead is touching her and she is still not in her senses— she feels like she is drunk in the feel of your lips. without much though, the following question rolls off her tongue, “wanna date?”

the biology version of the circuit that is in your brain short-circuits, words stuck in your throat and hands that are around her neck still. the two-worded question sounds unreal, there is possibly no way what she’s saying is real.

except there is a way, it is real.

the silence seems to have knocked yuna out of her trance as she realizes what she just asked. her eyes widen and she is about to backtrack, but doesn’t get the chance to because you push your lips back on hers again, like it is second nature, like you didn’t just share your first kiss with her less than two minutes ago.

you mutter a yes that is barely loud enough for her to hear in between your shared breath and attached lips. you can feel her smile in the contact and you are sure she can too.

in conclusion, you learnt two lessons today— one, yuna is a phenomenal kisser. two, you two are going on a date tomorrow. oh, and a bonus number three, you heart how to kiss.

a pretty productive day all in all. you would recommend, 10/10, no notes.

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